Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at niggaz who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...

and blast dat nigga daz and act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be
Pulling your cords
Me, we're going for you to say that
for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and at
I'm in long beach, where the gangbangers at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're gats
And asking for shit, nigga, we're blasting
See, we're the gang, kicking just to
Bang on niggaz for a living, upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for figures
Money, dope, and bitches, to getting richer

(2x):
Oh no, just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I tonight
Niggaz better pack you

Glocks are off like turbo
into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the east coast and
I'm the one they love to hate a passion
I packs a blue steel, with skilled raps, blast it
Mc's get dealt with, my my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of
I'm a rap while you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, money mister, doing all
You see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a
out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt
Creeping to the night, beating tight,

(2x)

Watch out, I come
Battling motherfuckers till the break of
Homeboy, the alarm
It's d-a to the z, the formula
And nigga that I know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and
on niggaz with an ak
So any day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want

Why do we
Why do we for a living? we just don't know
Now time to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah,

Fool, nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?

deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the
I'm to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake take motherfuckers
I up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it's the and prosper
And bang us mobsters, claming oscars
most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause been known to choke
malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (? ? ? )
I'm the cannibal, the lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and a setup-tax
the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to

(2x)

Oh no...